I lost my grandmother way too soon. It was 1989 and I was a sophomore in college. I was in the middle of struggling through classes when I got word that my grandmother had a heart attack. I was shocked. What? This wasn't supposed to happen. She was in the hospital. I quickly left and made the trip back home to see her. The last time I saw her, she was hooked up to machines and they had just done an angioplasty procedure. She was in good spirits but pretty weak. I told her I loved her and I didn't know that was the last time I would see her. They had determined that she needed to have open-heart surgery. The surgery was scheduled and I had to travel back to school. I said prayers as we anticipated that day. She had the surgery but had another heart attack while in recovery and did not survive. I traveled back home for her funeral. It shook me to my core because she had always been there for me and all of her family. I still tear up when I think about how she never got to see me get married or have my children. I think about her when I find myself doing similar things that she did. I had a special relationship with her and was so blessed to have been able to live with her my senior year of high school. I know that she did get to see me do all of these things, she is still with me, just not physically. Much has changed in heart treatments and procedures since 1989. I am so very grateful for the strides made in the cure for heart disease. Please join me in supporting the American Heart Association for my Mamaw, for all of the amazing women and men that we have lost to heart disease.